The plan was to start with an early morning of fishing...but that didn't happen, so we stopped for a Montana style breakfast (which wasn't such a nice breakfast, when we both suffered from the sausage) before heading to another fly shop for some local flies and fish-talk. We headed to mile marker 27 (I know, I know...sounds a little sketchy...like some sort of weird horror movie, but that's how they do things in Montana) and got to fishing! I learned how to tie the fly to my line - which is something I practiced a lot this day...Trav says my cast is too strong, that the flies tear off my line and I need to pay more attention to the feel of my cast - I blame it on the bushes :)
We waded across the Yellowstone, out to a small series of islands. We were there for about an hour before Travis got his first bite. It was about 3 hours before he caught his first fish. He reeled in a 10+ inch, fat, Rainbow Trout! Of course, we don't have pictures. And, of course, the fish took off with 2 flies and the leader (about $10 worth of fishing supplies, but clearly a winning set-up). It was a combination of a yellow stimulator with a Prince Nymph dropper.
The second fish of the day, of course, went to Travis. Did I mention I didn't catch any fish this day? Another moment where we don't have a picture - we're in the market for a net now...so we can start getting pictures of the big catch.
On our way out of the river we ran into a snake...eeeeeewwwwwwwwww! Luckily, Travis threw a giant rock at it and it slithered away! We ran up the hill and back to the truck!
We stopped in Bozeman for a walk around the city and a quick stop at the grocery store, before the 2.5 hour trip up to Missoula. We rolled in around 8:30pm, had dinner, and camped at a KOA. It's the weirdest KOA ever...in the middle of a trailer park between the airport and the train tracks. It's a good thing it was cheap!
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